(Elian)
Quillon's eyes had turned dark, and he looked at her through his unusually long lashes, which was absolutely illegal on a man... and she burned from that look.
Her father was right. A part of her was buried in him, and she wanted to find that, find him, all of him. But Blake... they were getting married in a year.
"I know I can't. I promised myself I wouldn't. But last night... you knew, didn't you, that we shared the dreams... and then you played me like a violin." His voice was like butter, sliding over her sizzling body.
"I- I don't-" she stuttered, looking into his dancing eyes and she saw it, she saw how aroused he was. The lust in his eyes was so obvious, and it sent her brain into overdrive.
"Ssh, Elian. We both know that is a lie," his voice was soft as a breeze. Sh
